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Friday, June 15, 2007

I shun most memes, but I need to post something here, so I'll accept George's prompt. First, the rules:

Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.

People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.

At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.

Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.

Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.

People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.

At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.

Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.

May I present to you: the eight most random things I could think to tell about myself:

In second grade, I learned the word "slut" from Sophia on The Golden Girls and used it with reckless abandon on the playground, thus prompting my parents to prohibit me from watching NBC's Saturday night line-up.

There's a good chance I was the first person in Santa Barbara County to contract West Nile.

I beginning to think my fixation on slender, pointy dogs — borzois, Afghans, greyhounds — may have something to do with an earlier fixation on anteaters.

The English Beat's "Save It For Later," shortly before I left for London

Willie Nelson's "Are You Sure?"

And, most recently, The Talking Heads' "This Must Be the Place"

When I was vacationing in Disney World with my family in 1992, a Midwestern family mistook me for Macaulay Culkin.

My biggest fears, in order: bums, insanity (in my own head), and aliens (from space, especially the abducty kind). They may be connected, because, you see, the aliens could abduct me and turn me into a crazy bum.

At the risk of losing any hipster credibility, one of my favorite movies is Xanadu.

When I was very young, I was in bed, trying to fall asleep. In the dead of night, I felt the distinct sensation of someone sticking their finger in my ear. I shot up in bed, turned on the lights, saw no one. To this day, I've never determined what happened.

3 comments:

1. In all probability, I've told this one before, but it's probably the most random thing that ever happened to me ever. Ever.I was born and raised for the first few years of my life in San Diego. That's not the random part. Living in San Diego (Escondido, rather), my parents took me to the zoo and Sea World and stuff A Lot. That's not the random part, either. The random part is that one time my parents took me to the San Diego Zoo and they had a baby hippo in the petting zoo. Everyone was tripping and trying to pet it because, you know, it was a freaking BABY HIPPO for goodness sake. But it was just a baby, you know a, BABY HIPPO, and it was scared of all the big people trying to touch it. And I toddled in there, all of two-ish, and the baby hippo saw me and thought either: "Here's a friend almost my size!" or: "There's one I can take!" and rushed up to me and grabbed ahold of my arm in what the frantic zookeeper later described to my parents as "hippo kisses." I don't remember any of this, but--apparently--I'm single-handedly responsible for zoos not having baby hippos in the petting zoo anymore. Sorry.

2. I'm as liberal as liberal can be, but I cultivate it and occasionally have to fight back against my inner redneck. I do a MEAN "yeehaw" and enjoy off-roading and I can understand the whole ultra-conservative separatist compound thing. And that scares me a bit.

3. Despite living about 60 miles from it most of my life, I never saw the city of LA until I was seventeen. My mom has a thing against big cities.

4. I ditched school for the first time at the age of seventeen, too. That was my "rebel" year. And on one of my first times ditching, my second grade teacher saw me and I knew that she knew that I should've been at school at that time of day and she knew that I knew that she knew and I was scared to death that she was going to hunt down my mom's number to let her know. So I straightened up for a good two weeks or so.

5. My first real concert was Anti-Flag at the Glasshouse in Pomona. I was supposed to be (i.e. I told my parents that I was going to be) at a concert for a local band at a small Riverside venue. Two things about this: 1) I got spit on by a pack of punks--as in, LITERALLY SPIT UPON--for not going in the mosh pit and 2)When my mom found out--like, a year ago--she STILL got all mad and admitted that she and my dad had gone and checked out the Riverside venue to make sure it was "safe" beforehand.

6. Speaking of things that have been perpetrated against me at concerts, at a Saves the Day show in Hollywood somewhere (the Key Club maybe? I don't remember now...) I got full-on PINCHED by this super short girl wearing pigtails and a bright pink and purple backpack who kept getting tossed up in the air by the crowd. I yelled: "That bitch pinched me!" and a few people around me cheered.

7. The first time I ever got drunk (on vodka shots and lemonade) is captured forever on film.

And, yes, was posted on motherfucking MYSPACE by my ALLEGED best friend, Andrew.With a soundtrack.Son of a bitch.

8. Hmm... and I'm a vegetarian. Have been since sixth grade. My mom blames Oprah for this because, apparently, that was the year Oprah implicated the Texas cattle industry of something or another. I don't remember what. I don't remember why I became vegetarian, either. I just know that I won't ever go back to meat... something about the idea of it disturbs me. Occasionally I'll have to quit other foods because of these random quirks. I haven't had soda for three years because I have this weird feeling about the fizziness and my teeth. I stopped drinking milk for a few months because just looking at it made me sick... made me think of seminal fluid. Ugh. Don't remind me.